Consequently she tended to trust Mark's judgment in sexual matters somewhat more than her own. She had opened up new vistas of pleasure for her that transcended all her previous hedonistic experiences. How could she possibly deny him anything?

Cleo could still remember their first swapping experience with some tolerant amusement. What a naive little baby she'd been then! How coy and blushing, like a new bride. She'd been nervous the entire first part of the evening as the two couples worked their way toward each other, got to know each other better. And then when Mark had taken the other woman into his arms, she had seen that there was really no turning back. Rather sheepishly, she had let the other man make love to her, until finally she found to her amazement that he was driving her wild with lust! When his blood-hardened penis had finally thrust upward through her curling ebony pussy hay, pushing the soft wet flesh of her cuntal opening back along its entire inner length, Cleonora had literally thought she would die from the way her loins clasped it for joy. And then as he had begun to fuck into her with solid, slow, agonizingly long strokes, she had found to her amazement that watching Mark fucking the man's wife as well only served to make the whole thing that much more exciting.

And apparently Mark felt the same way, too. For despite her active fears that he would really be terribly jealous and enraged to see her enjoying herself with someone else, quite the opposite proved to be true. So that eventually it became standard to arrange things so that they could watch each other having sex with someone else. Mark seemed to get his biggest kicks out of this, and frequently he even helped other men to mount her.